Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.